Feeling stuck
Feeling afraid
The only thing I called it
Was TV static in my brain
Lost and numb
Like the bitter cold outside
Too much snow
In the way of the night sky
What do I do from here?
Just sit around and wait
The ideas that usually
Fill my mind until it overflows
Are completely gone
Leaving me alone
Not a single voice
Not a single sound
The silence that used to feel loud
Is also gone now
I'd want to feel something
But that would mean desperation
It would mean hope
Instead I sit here
Waiting for nothing
Wanting nothing
Just being stuck
And here I'll stay
Until maybe it'll go away
YOU ARE READING
Sam's poetry
PoesiaThese are just some poems that I wrote. Please don't use my work without my permission.
